I need inspiration, I'm so disconnected   I look to the streets, but they're so disinfected   I wish that I came from an edgier place   With taxis and transients up in my face      Where you write what you know and you know what you write   Will be hailed as the second coming   There's a buzz on the streets where you grew up homeless   And begging for change   Well, I'm begging for change      Cause we're hung up on crosses and obeying bosses   And there's no inspiration, just appreciation for   Seventy and sunny and one for the money   And two for the show on my lily white way      There lives a black man, the seal has been broken   And they marvel at how he's so very well spoken   He must be a doctor or something productive   His body let go, but his color seductive      And all of the women, he's touching their lives   While they're safe at home touching themselves   And the men, they just love that there's something, anything happening at all   Behind bedroom walls      Cause they're hung up on crosses and obeying bosses   And there's no inspiration, just appreciation for   Seventy and sunny and one for the money   And two for the show on my lily white way      There's the sixties throwback who misses the Dead   She's a liberal at heart but conservative in bed   And she held out on Starbucks as long as she could   But the mom and pop store in our neighborhood      Well, the workers all look down their noses at her   She'll go broke trying to please them with tips   So she gets to the corporate run coffee shop early   Where the smell of it hits   Before it reaches her lips      She's bearing the crosses of neighborhood losses   And the uninspired and semi-retired   She's seventy and sunny, but it's one for the money   And two for the show on her lily white way      We're hung up on crosses and old Pagan bosses   And there's no inspiration, just appreciation for   Seventy and sunny and one for the money   And two for the show on my lily white way      A little destruction makes way for construction   The city expansion holds traffic for ransom   And brand new brick buildings, of those I am certain   Will leave our lives so much more sterile than urban      And welcome the progress or be overrun   Every third house a pool, every second a gun   And on Saturday evenings the doors open wide   It's a neighborhood waltz   That's the neighborhood pride      And dresses disheveled from dances with devils   Once hung up on crosses, now flipping off their bosses   And everything is funny and it's one for the money   And two for the show on their lily white way      One night of living is Sunday forgiven   All for the show on our lily white way      I need inspiration, I'm so disconnected   I look to the streets, but they're so disinfected